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Once there was this girl I knew. She had all she could want
But her unhappiness preceded what she bought
She said, "Everyone around here is wasting my time"
All of her possessions couldn't make her feel fine
She wants everyone to sit around and talk about her life
Don't ask her how she feels 'cos that would be a lie
She sat around like a vintage queen
To complain about the world
She says how she's much better than you
She's a special girl
She said, "Everyone around here is wasting my time"
All of her boyfriends couldn't make her feel fine
She said, "Everyone around here is wasting my time"
All of her boyfriends couldn't make her feel fine
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